Bangs spun faster and faster, his elbows pressed to his sides, and countless fireplaces flashed past so quickly that it was almost impossible to see. In the end, he felt slightly nauseous and closed his eyes. Then he appeared outside the Weasleys 'kitchen fireplace.
"Has he eaten?" said Fred excitedly.
"Yes," Bunce said as he dusted his robes.
"What did you eat?" asked Harry.
"Fat Tongue Toffee," said Fred, beaming."George and I invented it, and we've been wanting to try it on someone all summer."
There was a burst of laughter in the small kitchen, and Bunce looked around to see Ron and George sitting at the well-scrubbed wooden table. Next to them were two redheads Bangs had never seen before, though he knew at once that they must be the oldest of the Weasleys: Bill and Charlie.
"How are you, Bunce?" The brother closest to Bangs said with a grin and extended a big hand. Bangs clenched his fist and felt that his fingers were touching many calluses and blisters. This must be Charlie, he's studying fire dragons in Romania. Charlie was about the same size as the twins, shorter, fatter, and sturdier than the beansprout Percy and Ron. He had a broad, good-natured face, weathered and freckled, almost dark brown. His arms were muscular, and on one of them was a large, glistening scar from the fire.
Bill stood up, smiled, and shook hands with Bangs. Bill was a little surprising. He was tall, with his long hair tied up in a ponytail, and he wore an earring with something like a fan dangling from it. Bill had been the head of the Hogwarts Student Council.
Before anyone could say anything, there was a slight crack and Mr. Weasley appeared suddenly beside George. He was furious. Bunce had never seen him so angry.
"This is no laughing matter, Fred!”he shouted."What did you feed that Muggle boy?”
"I didn't give him anything," said Fred with a smirk."I just spilled it on the floor and he picked it up to eat. Don't blame me."”
"You spilled it on purpose!" snarled Mr. Weasley."You knew he'd eat, you knew he was on a diet-"
"How swollen is his tongue?" asked George eagerly.
"It swelled to four feet long before his parents asked me to shrink it!”
Everyone burst into laughter again.
"This isn't a joke!" yelled Mr. Weasley."This behavior is seriously damaging to the relationship between wizards and Muggles! I've devoted my life to fighting Muggle abuse, and my own son-"
"We didn't give it to him because he's Muggle!”said Fred angrily.
"Yes, we teased him because he was a bully.”said George.”
"Yes, he is, Mr. Weasley.”said Harry seriously.
"That's not the problem!" said Mr. Weasley angrily."Just you wait, I'm going to tell your mother-"
"Tell me what?" A voice came from behind them.
Mrs. Weasley had just entered the kitchen. She was a short and plump woman with a very kind face, but her eyes were narrowed at the moment, revealing a suspicious expression.
"Hello, Harry, dear, and oh, you too, Bunce.”she added, looking at Bunce. Then she turned to her husband." Tell me, Arthur, what happened?”
Mr. Weasley hesitated. Bunce could tell that, though he was angry with Fred and George, he had no real intention of telling Mrs. Weasley, who was looking nervously at his wife and for a moment no one spoke. Just then, two girls appeared in the kitchen doorway behind Mrs. Weasley. One was Bangs's good friend from school, Hermione 8226; Granger, Ron's sister Ginny; Weasley.
"Tell me, Arthur, what happened?”said Mrs. Weasley again, in a slightly menacing tone.
"It's nothing, Molly," said Mr. Weasley vaguely."Fred and George just-I've already taught them a lesson-"
"What did they do this time?" said Mrs. Weasley."If this has anything to do with Weasley's magic tricks again-"
"Ron, why don't we show Harry where he sleeps?”said Hermione from the doorway.
"He knows where he sleeps," said Ron."In my room, he slept there last year-"
"Let's all go and have a look, Ron.”Bance said.
"Oh," said Ron understandingly.”
"Oh right, we're going too." said George.
"Don't move!" roared Mrs. Weasley.
Bunce, Harry, and Ron edged cautiously out of the kitchen, crossed the narrow passage with Hermione and Ginny, and ascended the rickety staircase. The stairs curved and led to the upper floors.
"What's a Weasley trick?”Harry asked as they went upstairs.
Ron and Ginny laughed, Bunce gave a small smile, but Hermione looked grim.
"Mum found that stack of order forms when she was cleaning Fred and George's room," Ron whispered."Long, multi-page price lists of all the stuff they've invented. Funny stuff, you know. Fake wands, magic candies, a lot of stuff. That's great, I never knew they were always making inventions."
"We've been hearing explosions in their rooms for a long time, but we never thought they were actually making something," said Ginny."We thought they just liked the noise.”
"But most of those things-well, all of them, actually-are a bit dangerous.”said Ron."You know, they're planning to sell these things at Hogwarts and make some money. When her mother heard about it, she was furious. She had been angry with them all along, and their o.w.l. results had disappointed her.”
The LS was the Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination, an examination that students at Hogwarts took at the age of fifteen.
"It was a fierce argument that time." said Ginny."Mum wanted them to work at the Ministry, like Dad, but they told her they just wanted to open a joke shop.”
At that moment, a door on the second-floor terrace opened and a face with horn-rimmed glasses and an impatient expression appeared.
"Hello, Percy," said Harry.
"Oh, hello, Harry," said Percy."I don't know who's making all that noise. I'm working here, you know-I've got a report to finish for the office-but it's hard to concentrate with all the people rumbling up the stairs.”
"What are you busy with?" asked Harry.
"Writing a report for the Department of International Magical Cooperation.”said Percy triumphantly."We're going to test the thickness of the crucible to the standard. The bottom of some foreign imported goods is too thin-the penetration rate is increasing at almost three percent a year-"
"Amazing. This report will change the world.”said Ron sarcastically."I think the Prophet's going to run the headline: The cauldron is leaking."
Bunce saw Percy's face go pink.
"You can mock me all you want, Ron," he said excitedly,"but some sort of international law has to be enforced, or we'll find the market flooded with counterfeit products, thin-bottomed, fragile, and seriously dangerous-"
"Alright, alright." said Ron, and he set off back upstairs. Percy slammed the bedroom door. Bunce, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny climbed three more flights of stairs with Ron, still able to hear shouts coming from the kitchen below. It seemed that Mrs. Weasley already knew about the toffees.
The room on the top floor where Ron slept remained unchanged (it was also Bunce's lodgings, in fact).）：Posters of Ron's favorite Quidditch team, the Charlie's Cannons, were plastered all over the place, and the players were flying up and down the walls and the slanting ceiling, waving. There were a few boxes in the corner, and there was still a goldfish tank on the windowsill. However, the frog egg inside was gone, and now it was a frighteningly large frog. Ron's rat, Scabbers, had disappeared, replaced by the little gray owl Black had given him. It was jumping up and down in a small cage, chirping non-stop.
"Shut up, Piglet." said Ron, squeezing sideways between the four beds in the cramped room. "Fred and George are staying here with us because Bill and Charlie have taken their room," he told Harry."Percy insisted on having a room to himself because he had to work.”
"Do you think you can fit a bed in here, Ron?”Bangs said as he sat on his bed.
"Well, I'll have to squeeze a little more." said Ron helplessly.
"Oh yes-why did you call that owl Piggy?”Harry asked Ron.
"Because he's a bit of a dummy," said Ginny."His original name was Juvejon.”
"Yeah, that name isn't stupid at all.”"Ginny gave it that name," he explained."Ginny thought it was so cute that I tried to change it, but it was too late. It was the only name the owl knew. So now it became a little pig. Errol and Hermes both hate him, so I've had to keep him here. To be honest, I hate it too.”
"Where's Crookshanks?" Harry asked Hermione again.
"Probably in the garden outside.”she said." He likes to chase goblins. He's never seen anything like this before.”
"Percy seems to enjoy his work, doesn't he?”said Harry, sitting down on one of the beds.
"You like it?" said Ron gloomily."He wouldn't stay home if Dad didn't drag him back. He was a workaholic. You mustn't lead him on about his boss. Mr. Crouch thought I told him so, and Mr. Crouch told me it looked like they were going to announce his employment any minute now.”
"How was your summer vacation?" said Hermione."Did you get the goodies and other things we sent you?”
"I received it. Thank you so much." said Harry."Thanks to those cakes, I've only just escaped death.”
"By the way, have you heard from Sirius?”asked Ron.
"Yes, twice. He's doing well and asked me about the situation. Thanks to him, I can now do my homework openly. I told him I was staying here until school started, and he would write soon.”said Harry happily.
"I think they're done," said Hermione."Let's go down and help your mother with dinner.”
"Alright, alright." said Ron. The five of them left Ron's room and returned downstairs to find Mrs. Weasley, busying herself in the kitchen, in a foul mood.
"We're eating out in the garden," she said when they were inside."There's no room for twelve people in here. Girls, can you take these plates out? Bill and Charlie were setting the table. The three of you, take the knives and forks." she ordered, pointing her wand at a pile of potatoes in the sink, but she used a little too much force, and the potatoes peeled off themselves so quickly that they leapt up to the ceiling.
"Oh my god," she snarled, tapping her wand again at a dustpan on one side. The dustpan immediately jumped up and slid on the floor, putting the potatoes in one by one. "These two fellows!" she said fiercely, pulling pots and pans from the cupboard, and Bunce knew she was referring to Fred and George. "I wonder what they'll become. You don't have any ambition at all. You only know how to create trouble all day long."
Mrs. Weasley slammed a blunt brass pan onto the kitchen table and stuck her wand inside, whirling it around. As she stirred, streams of creamy sauce shot out of the wandhead.
"It's not that they're not clever," she continued angrily, setting the cauldron on the fire and prodding it again with her wand,"but they're not clever enough to be useful, and they'll be in trouble unless they get up and turn over a new leaf soon. More owls had flown in from Hogwarts to tell on them than all the others put together. They'll end up in the Misuse of Magic Office if they keep this up.”
Mrs. Weasley jabbed her wand at the knife drawer again and it sprang open. Several knives jumped out of the drawer and flew across the kitchen, starting to cut the potatoes. The dustpan had already poured the potatoes back into the sink.
"I really don't see what's wrong with our education.”said Mrs. Weasley, putting down her wand and pulling out a few more blunt pots."It's been like this for years, one mess after another, not listening at all-oh, no!”
She picked up her magus from the table, but the wand squeaked and turned into an enormous rubber mouse.
"It's their fake wands again!" she yelled."How many times have I told them not to leave these things lying around!”
She seized the real wand and turned to find that the cream sauce on the stove was smoking.
"Come on," said Ron hastily, grabbing a handful of cutlery from an open drawer."Let's go help Bill and Charlie.”
Leaving Mrs. Weasley behind, they went out the back door and into the garden.
They had only taken a few steps when they saw Hermione's ginger, bow-legged cat, Crookshanks. It was scurrying up and down the garden, its bottle-brush tail held high, chasing something. It was covered in mud, like a potato with legs. Bangs recognized that it was a Gnome at a glance. He was less than ten inches tall, and his hard little feet pattered quickly across the garden and into a pair of Wellington boots scattered by the door. Crookshanks put a paw into his boot, trying to catch the goblin. Bunce could hear the goblin giggling wildly inside. Just then, a deafening crash came from the other end of the house. They walked into the garden to find Bill and Charlie, both with their wands out, hurtling two old, battered tables across the lawn, knocking each other down, each trying to knock the other out of the air.
Bill's desk hit Charlie's desk with a loud bang and knocked his leg off. At this moment, a crisp crash came from above. They looked up at the same time and saw Percy's head poking out of the third-floor window.
"Can you guys keep your voices down?" he roared.
"Sorry, Percy," grinned Bill."How's the bottom of the cauldron?”
"Very bad." said Percy crossly, slamming the window shut. Smiling, Bill and Charlie directed the table with their wands to land steadily on the grass. Then, with a light tap of his wand, Bill reattached the table leg and conjured the tablecloth out of thin air.
Around seven o'clock, the tables were groaning under the weight of Mrs. Weasley's excellent cooking. The nine Weasleys, as well as Bunce, Harry, and Hermione, sat down to eat under the clear dark blue sky.
At the other end of the table, Percy was telling his father about the progress of his report on the thickness of the bottom of the crucible.
"I told Mr. Crouch I'd be done by Tuesday," said Percy triumphantly."Faster than he'd expected, but I wanted to keep the initiative. If it's completed on time, he'll be very satisfied because our department is very busy at the moment and is busy preparing for the World Cup. We're not getting the support we need from the Department of Magical Sports and Physical Education. Ludo, Bagman-"
"I like Ludo," said Mr. Weasley gently."Thanks to him, we've got such good World Cup tickets. I did him a small favor before: His brother Otto was in some trouble-he got a lawn-cutter with a lot of special powers-and I took care of the whole thing.”
"Yeah, sure, Bagman's cute," said Percy disapprovingly,"but I don't know how he got to be Secretary compared to Mr. Crouch! If Mr. Crouch finds out that someone in our department is missing, he'll look into it, not let it happen. Bertha Jorkins has been missing for over a month, you know! He went to Albania for a vacation and never came back.”
"Yeah, I asked Ludo about it.”Mr. Weasley frowned and said nothing."He said Bertha's been missing quite a few times before this-though, to tell you the truth, I'd be worried if it was someone from my department."
"Well, Bertha's a real pain in the neck.”said Percy."I heard she's been getting into more trouble than she's done over the years when she's been sent from one department to another, but Bagman should try to find her anyway. Mr. Crouch has been very concerned about it personally, you know, Bertha used to work for our department for a while, and I think Mr. Crouch likes her very much-but Bagman always laughs and says that Bertha must have misread the map and ended up in Albania. However,"said Percy with a pompous sigh and a long swig of elderflower wine," we, the International Magical Cooperation, have too much to do to find people for other departments. You know, after the World Cup, we have to organize a big event.”
Percy cleared his throat with a serious air and looked around the table where Bunce, Harry, and Hermione were sitting. "You know what event I'm talking about, Dad.”He raised his voice slightly." This is top secret.”
Ron rolled his eyes and whispered,"Ever since he started working, he's been trying to tease us into asking him what it was. It was probably an exhibition of thick-bottom cauldrons.”
"It's finally starting." Bangs looked up at the sky and said.
"Start what?" asked Harry.
"It's nothing." Bance said.
"You know what it is, Bunce, don't you?”said Hermione sweetly.
"I know, but I don't want to say it. It's too boring to reveal the mystery now.”Bance said.
"Stingy." Ron muttered.
In the middle of the table, Mrs. Weasley was arguing with Bill about the earring.
"And it had a scary tusk on it. Really, Bill, what did the people at the bank say?”
"Mom, the people in the bank don't care what I wear, as long as I can find a lot of treasure.”Bill said patiently.
"Your hair looks terrible too, dear," said Mrs. Weasley, stroking her wand lovingly."I wish you'd let me trim it."
"I like it." said Ginny, sitting next to Bill. Besides, it's nothing compared to Professor Dumbledore's hair."
Beside Mrs. Weasley, Fred, George, and Charlie were discussing the World Cup enthusiastically.
"It's got to be the Irishmen," muttered Charlie, his mouth stuffed with potatoes."They beat the Turks in the semi-final.”
"But Sofia has Viktor 8226; Where's Krum?" said Fred.
"Krum's all right, but he's one man, and there's seven good men in the Republic of Korea," said Charlie impatiently. "However, I really hope that the England team can advance. This is too embarrassing."
"What happened?" said Harry eagerly.
"They lost to Transcendent, 10 to 390.”said Charlie miserably. Wales lost to Ghana, and the Scottish team was thrashed by the team from Luxurgo.”
Mr. Weasley conjured some candles to light up the darkening garden, and everyone began to enjoy Mrs. Weasley's strawberry ice-cream. Moths were flying low over the table, and the warm air was filled with the aroma of grass and honeysuckles.
Bunce looked around the table, then asked Harry in a very low voice,"Did your scar hurt during the summer vacation?”
"You know?" said Harry."Yes, it did, I've already written to Sirius to ask why. He will write back and tell me the reason."
"So you had that nightmare?”Bangs continued to ask.
"More or less." said Harry casually, clearly not wanting to worry anyone.
"What nightmare?" asked Ron.
Then Mrs. Weasley said suddenly,"Look at the time, you should be in bed, all of you-you're up early tomorrow for the game. Harry, you'll leave your list of school supplies, too, so I can get them for you tomorrow in Diagon Alley. Anyway, he had to buy it for others. It would probably be too late after the World Cup ended. The last game lasted for a full five days.”
"Wow-I hope it's the same this time!”said Harry excitedly.
"Oh, I hope not." said Percy with a deadpan air."I'd be gone for five days at once, and my file basket would be full of files, and it makes me shudder.”
"Yeah, maybe someone's been stuffing dragon dung in an envelope and sending it to you again, Percy," said Fred.
"That's a fertilizer sample from Norway!”said Percy, blushing.”
"Actually," whispered Fred, as everyone began to move away from the table,"we sent it to him.”
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